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Izzy Dec 2014
What happens when...
The place you feel the most..
alone
left out
hated
ignored
unwanted
invisible
uncared for
depressed
unloved

Is *home...
Izzy Dec 2014
A shadowed boy with piercing blue eyes
The quiet girl with guarded brown eyes
When brown eyes meet blue,
   the world stops, then jerks suddenly
with a torn gaze from frightened souls
The demons awake filling troubled minds with haunting thoughts

The only problem...
A love that would have grown so strong...
Was cast aside as a stray thought.
Izzy Dec 2014
My attention is never focused,
  always claimed by an idea needing to be written down.
My heart beats out the rhythm and rhyme of something unwritten,
My mind, full of
   gears that are constantly turning,
   producing and rewriting lines.

With my mind, body and soul
Captured
I become slave to the pen
  Nov 2014 Izzy
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
Izzy Nov 2014
Here's to the one who will never know my true feelings
He’s saved me from myself
He can tell my story better than I can tell it myself
He knows the secrets lurking behind my smile
He’s the one who loved me when I couldn't love myself
He put me back together when I fell to pieces
He cared when no one else did
Never judging me
I was able to trust him
But my feelings will remain buried
Forever...
I’m sorry I couldn't tell you, I was scared.
So here's to the one who will never know.
Izzy Nov 2014
Silence kills
because the boy locked in his room
lets his thoughts run lose and get the better of him every night but he suffers in silence
so no one has to carry the burden he thinks of himself as.
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